Transformers Prime Ratchet Novels & Stories

A flicker of Ion light flashed in her eyes. Despite the snow and the ice, the raptors felt a chill run down their bodies. Instinct told them to not fail the new pack leader. "Seal!" Ren with the help of the Reap System branded the raptors over to Two. "There we go." Looking to the big one, Ren walked over and took the Ion Crystal out. It was the solidified Ion energy inside the Big Raptor. Walking over to the ape, he just stared at it. "Four come over here."

The enforcers froze, their movements faltering. "What… what is that?" Lia stammered, pointing at the vat. Riska's device shrieked. "The energy signature… it’s Core Prime! They're not just pursuing us. They're trying to… absorb our creation! They’re trying to weaponize it themselves!" The liquid in the vat began to glow with an unnatural, phosphorescent light, mirroring the corrupted glow of the reservoir. The potent aroma of their mixture was being distorted, twisted, corrupted by Core Prime's overwhelming influence.

It was a covenant, not a chain. Zenith tilted her head slightly. “So when the Prime awakened… they felt that too.”" Yes. A ripple through the slivers. Recognition. Not threat but recognition." Lucien exhaled slowly. “That changes the equation.” Completely. I could not help but silently agree with Lucien. There would be no sudden coup. No secret rallying. If Ragnar had stirred, It was not to betray. It was because he felt the Prime return through the fragment of flame within him. Zenith looked at me. “Then this isn’t about treachery.” “No,” I said quietly. “It’s about alignment.” Inferno warmed in approval. "Ragnar Frostbane is not reckless. He will not fracture the Haven. He remembers the Fi

"You promised us the cure. You promised us the stabilizer for the new world order. But she looks… unrefined. She smells of the gutter." "She is the 'Trench-Level' stabilization we discussed," Arthur said, bowing just low enough to be respectful but high enough to remain a threat. "The Scrapper life has given her a resilience—a Lagos-grit—that the previous, pampered prototypes lacked. She has survived the Void-poisoning of the Gut. She is the only Vessel in existence capable of holding the 'Prime-Rift' without her atoms scattering." "And the Alpha?" another voice asked, cold and sharp.

I could even face HIM with the power of Ares at my disposal. "Stop right there," Derek ordered me. He shot out a plume of his ice blue flames and the caught me in an ever-shrinking circle. "Drop the transformation. It doesn't matter if you have back up, they'll still be outnumbered." "He's the Prime," I spat. "Your rightful master." Luke shrugged. "Did you forget that we were guardians to Primes? Do you really think that those wolves would accept protection from those lesser than them?"

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l